Sunday, 12 February 2012

Wedding Dress On Fire

People are always asking about this extraordinary photograph: a photographer took this of me wearing a 1930s wedding dress that was set on fire.

I can only say we used a special mix of petrol and several high-powered fire extinguishers. We had lots of specially-trained staff, experts in fire and special effects. The stunt should not be attempted by anyone reading this, not even in the pursuit of attention-seeking. Although, I have to admit that anyone walking down Tooting High Road in a wedding dress on fire would attract a certain type of attention.

The philosophy behind such a shot was to capture anger, beauty and destruction. The destruction of a wedding dress is sacrilegious.

To be in a barren desert, in an antique wedding dress (itself a symbol of luxury, feminity, culturalism) whilst on fire, with head raised, seemingly oblivious to the danger, was a beautiful moment.

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My name is Fanny Love. Described by the media as "like Alice in Wonderland, on acid",
I'm a Texan-born transvestite, who also happens to be a part-time super model, celebrated authoress and occasional shoplifter. I adore the company of beautiful young men at my isolated country estate in the English countryside. Join me on my unorthodox travels around little England, accompanied by Juan (my pin-up Brazilian chauffeur) and my two adorable dogs, Mr. Puffywuffycutesweetgummywummygumdrop (a rainbow-dyed poodle) and Brenda (a 3-year old Doberman bitch with an obsession about red stilettos).